Oh flower you art the stone,
The petals of my home,
I sit and stare, within your lair,
And all my fears are gone.
You grow in other realms,
The morning sky so light,
The day a breeze, blows in the freeze,
Your mark of beauty sits.
Upon the stone, of life , of death,
You\'ve made my heart anew.
My flower on the stone, my love for you is true.